No one would have believed, in the last years of the Century of the Fruit Bat that human affairs were being watch from the magical realm of the Disc. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinised, as someone with an Omniscope studies the creatures which swarm and cough in a drop of Ankh water. Few men even considered the possibility of elves, or even dragons, and yet, across the planes of reality, minds disturbingly like our own regarded the earth with curious eyes. And slowly, and surely, they decided that…. someone really should do something about it. Quite soon. After lunch perhaps. Or tomorrow at the latest, although come to think of it I’m quite busy tomorrow. Who’s got the Faculty diary? Stibbons? STIBBBBOOONNNNSSSSS! Be a good chap and sort this out will you? I’m off for a spot of huntin’….
OK, I do Discworld a bit. I’m in control. I could give it up tomorrow.
But not today!
